I am now 30 weeks pregnant and feeling good. I woke up screaming with my first pregnancy charley house yesterday but overall things are good.
I’m starting to get a bit anxious about what’s to come. We haven’t started discussing birth with the midwife but I assume that is coming up in our next few visits. We went through all of our baby clothes and made a list of what we had this week. Lesley printed off a list she found online of how much of what we need and we are using those two to make a list of what we still need. Our baby shower is next week and we are looking forward to that. I never learned what my sister sent out to long distance folks but besides our moms no one long distance has bought us anything for the baby. We expect to buy most of our registry which is just fine but are going to wait until 30 days before our due date to get things at a discount. Lesley thinks most family members will buy us something after the baby is born which is nice but leads to us not really getting the stuff we need. It is what it is.
I’ve realized in the past few days my biggest pet peeve about pregnancy. It’s folks saying things like “baby’s first _____!” when I do things. Last night we went to see the symphony at a park in town. We ran into some friends there and one said to me as we were leaving, “Steakums firsts cannons!” because there were cannons during the 1812 overture. This has become common for folks and makes me a bit crazy. First, steakums isn’t here and a human being yet. While this is a distinction that most people don’t make (and often, we do not make) I feel it is an important one for me to remember. It makes me feel very awkward when people personify our little fetus. Sure, we do it (how could we not!?) but what I do when talking to my partner is not what I want other people to do. Ultimately, if something happened today and we were taken to the hospital and I had to choose between my life and steakums I would choose me. I get that maybe this sounds bad but it’s just getting a bit hard for me. It’s a little thing, really, but being pregnant and pro choice gets a bit awkward.
The other reason this annoys me is because someday our child will experience these firsts. Their first symphony performance, their first baseball game, their first fourth of July. I don’t want to take away from those experiences. We can’t wait for this baby to arrive – we can’t wait to be parents. But, for now, let us just enjoy being here now.